And so, here I am approaching a finish line of my own.

In 1979, when I ran the Boston Marathon, I didn't have such a good day.

I ran 3:21+ when I had qualified at 2:53:33 and was hoping for much more.

But all was not lost.

As I passed Fenway Park and the Citgo sign, I ran within one mile of my birthplace.

You can go home again.

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